The CHRONICLES OF MOSES Epic Novel
The Chronicles of Moses
The Man who would be Pharaoh
Epic Novel
The Man who would be Pharaoh
Epic Novel
- The Man who would be Pharaoh
By Paul Rodricks
– The Man who would be Pharaoh
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Historical-Ancient-Egyptian-Biblical Fiction Thriller.
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Unique Novel with many DISCLOSURES.
Glossary of Ancient Egyptian Names
Senmut, Senenmut “Mother’s brother”
Kemet Egypt, ‘black’ land
Waset Thebes
Mennefer Memphis
On Heliopolis
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PART ONE
CHAPTER 1
1483 BC
Waset – Outside the Capital of Kemet.
As the royal Kemite Chief Vizier Senenmut, approached the Waset city, he could not put away the notion that something did not seem right.
About seven kilometers earlier, his entourage had arrived at the last Kemite garrison and found it deserted. According to regulation, at least fifty armed soldiers manned the garrison under the command of a Captain. An unmanned garrison was a capital offense. The reason had to be a grave situation for the soldiers to desert the primary outpost of the city. Senenmut made sure to leave a few soldiers to man the deserted garrison.
A series of doubts continued to trouble his mind, despite his attempts to brush them aside. What were the gods trying to warn him?
His military campaign in Ta netjer was successful. He had put down the rebellion in some of the kingdoms there and gained their allegiance to the Queen Pharaoh of Kemet. In doing so, he had been the recipient of innumerable gifts. He also had taken as slaves the princes from the rebels’ royal households to prevent future uprisings.
Amidst his current disturbing thoughts, he turned to look back. He saw his Army Commanders and Captains following him on horseback. Behind them marched the long lines of the foot soldiers, followed by the camp-workers accompanying the supply-train. The latter comprised cart-driven and animal laden goods - gifts, provisions and weapons. Before the contingent of the rear guard, walked the party of slaves.
Senenmut did not perceive any danger in the vicinity. After all, he was a few miles away from the main-gate of the capital city, Waset. Moreover, he was leading a division of 700 battle-hardened troops to fear any personal danger.
Slowing his chariot to position it between the horses of his two commanding officers, he turned towards the senior one of the two. "Djedefre, why haven’t yet the army scouts reported.”
"My Lord, they should be here anytime now."
"My mind’s apprehensive, Commander. Something is amiss.
Send another batch of scouts. They must report back the situation ahead without delay.”
Djedefre saw the look of concern reappear on the face of his Commander-in-Chief as he finished speaking.
The royal Vizier assumed his aristocrat posture in the chariot. He was at least five feet ten inches tall. His features consisted of a broad forehead, an aquiline nose, thick lips and a strong jaw. His dark-brown eyes were sharp and intelligent. Clean-shaven of the face and head, the Vizier maintained a robust and muscular built.
Djedefre saw beside him a noble man who possessed all the experience and wisdom of a crown prince-in-the-waiting. He had seen the Vizier prove himself in the role of a brilliant Administrator, a proficient Architect, and a successful Diplomat.
Senenmut’s Army Commander had many a time served under the Chief Vizier in his foreign military expeditions. He had observed firsthand the military skills of his Commander-in-Chief. Djedefre, moreover, knew that Senenmut was a trained combatant. He would take an active part in any armed conflict rather than just direct his troops.
Now his leader's apprehensions were beginning to infect him as well. His investigation at the unmanned garrison had found no clue to its abandonment.
"It shall be so done, my Lord.”
The Army Commander gave the order to his next in command, Senbi, and four experienced army scouts left their unit. Senenmut resumed his chariot ride at the normal pace.
He was returning to his home at the Waset palace, looking towards a normal life after eighteen long months of absence. Time well-nigh for rest and comfort after months of stress suffered from warfare and hard diplomacy abroad. Most significantly, he would soon be reuniting with his beloved Hatshepsut, the Queen Pharaoh of Kemet.
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To be continued...
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